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[albatris]

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He dreamed of a lot of things, but woke, inexplicably, thinking of quesadillas.

[searchingforserendipity25]

celrond, 26? 😭🥺

Thanks so much for the ask @i-am-a-lonely-visitor! Here are some kisses on some scars <3

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Celebrían found them very appealing, particularly when Elrond took the pestle in hand.

'Do not laugh,' she demanded, laughing herself, tapping him with her fan in that light, suggestive fashion that had been all the rage in the Eriador of her youth. 'It’s all in the grip, and how clear with intent your eyes go. Such beautiful hands you have, beloved.'  

Legs round and bare, she tilted on the edge of their rumpled bed, the better to watch him play apothecary for himself; and laughed, lower in her throat, when his ears warmed at the warmth of her admiration, and he proved very easy to distract from his tasks and trap back into bed.

Celebrían was generous of heart, and strange-minded at times. Elrond's hands were accounted good, life-saving, gracious and kind, and most days he did not disdain them at all; but they were not beautiful.

There were scars in them from old battles and skirmishes, accidental prickles when picking sea urchins from the sea pools of Sirion - nicks from weapons training and sparring, from long campaigns and hunting trips.

Tough calluses littered his palm, the likes of which no elven warrior or scribe, no lord or harpist showed; and in the cold the skin broke, red and angry, chafing at the winter, even as flowers bloomed through the frost when he walked his red and angry feet on it.  

The last time he had pressed his palm to his brother's, there had been fine lines already on Elros' hands.

Since then, none remained to share his insights with, no one who cared particularly for his advice on the brewing of Peredhel remedies. He brewed his own oils, in his stillroom in Lindon; in Imladris, he taught his children to work the copper cauldron and the ladle, the grinding stone and the glass vial.

Arwen liked dying best; Elladan enjoyed sparring with his mother, Elrohir played with poisons; and all of them carried little pots of balm in the pocket of their childish aprons, in case their fingers ached in the evenings after they played outside.

In high summer he sang to the bees in their homes, led them singing when it was time to swarm, and picked the honey himself, to offer with slick fingers for Celebrían - tithe and right, to be given over to the lady of the valley.

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Elrond remembered his mother rubbing honey on his father's hands. Earendil's hands had seemed immense to him, broad and strong and rope-burned, made harsh by salt. He was so careful when he held Elros and Elrond - 

He remembered; he was nearly certain he remembered it. The past was never as unclouded in his heart as the future.

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Celebrían followed his movements from the sick bed for many unspeaking days.

The light of her eyes, so dimmed, was wary with terror when she lay watching him grind athelas and lavender and honeycomb - the strength of his arms turned into a threat for her to be wary of. Any strength, of any kind - any instrument might be turned into a source of violence.

She did not scream, awake or asleep; the fear was a long and horrible spell, an enduring half-dream from which his gentlest touch could not rouse her, only return her to a different form of torment. There was no safety for her, even in Imladris; no potion or cantrip to heal body or soul, and no comfort to be had. 

In Valinor, Celebrían made her own ointments.

For the tending of scars; to massage her gnarled aches, perfume her wrists and neck, the dip of her spine. Her eyes were clear, keen and keener than they had been, steadier in their vigilance. Elrond embraced this version of his lady no less tightly; he curled into her height, and laughed as he wept when she swept him off her feet.

As a patient in Lórien, and a student amidst the gardens where every dreamer walked at least once in their life, Celebrían had learned much from the Lords and Ladies of the West, and more still from elves ancient and young alive.

In his absence, she had wrought against her war-fans anew, bound them with lace and poison, ridden with Oromë's Hunters, danced among Vána's revels, wept with Nienna and spoken with her own voice the glory and grief of those that loved Midde-Earth and had lost it.

The lady of the valley, a lover of sweetness, kept her door ever-open to her kin and her husband's without differentiation - kept it open for him, when at last Elrond was gladly swept into the shelter of her love and rested there for a time, nursing new wounds and sharing his grief, weary through and through as he was. They tended to each other in the evenings, bandages and oils laid out on the same desk; Elrond wept a little more, the first time Celebrían touched him, and there was not a shadow of fear in her eyes, only the cold memory of it in his heart.

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They grasped hands and wound their arms, walking in the twilight through the high trellises like a courting pair. Celebrían's little finger was a small stump, her braces cold against his arm; Elrond's bones, grown frail and strangely hollow after so long carrying Vilya, were nestled in hers with care as they walked up the hill to the painted walls of her house.

In the spring after Arwen was wed and lost, Celebrían taught Elrond how to work the herbs of her garden and gather them to her precise requirements, and how to work the tight aches working in the garden or standing too long left her with, even in the Blessed Land.

 The stars were the same all throughout Arda, but brighter in these skies; and some creeping ivies with potent smells and sweetly cooling leaves blossomed only at night, their petals gleaming with the very same silver of Celebrían's tresses.

Her scar-ridged palms chafed against Elrond's lips. They tasted of lavender and starlight when he pressed a glancing touch of his mouth to them, of nectars whose names he knew not yet and was only starting to learn now.

'Lovely beyond all other sights,' he said, coy and sly, when his lady pressed them against his cheeks to tilt him for a greater kiss; and Celebrían laughed merrily at his plight, because his skin ran warm with blood under her grasp, and his knees no less liable to bend like reeds when she pulled him back into her arms.

[kyouka-supremacy]

sigma for the ask game?

Sigma!!!!

Favorite thing about them: The same thing as the bsd author: I really like how “normal” Sigma is!!! It makes him very sympathetic. The way he fought with everything he had during the Sky Casino arc to protect what was most important to him made me emotional.

Least favorite thing about them: Nothing I can think of? I guess his outfit could use some improvement but I'm starting to think I'm very nitpicky with this kind of stuff lol.

Favorite line:

I feel like I'm always going for the most predictable lines but like. I really like this one. I wish nothing more for my life than to do what I can as an ordinary man.

brOTP: Everything I ship with him romantically I think would work really well platonically too!! Not much more I can't think of since he hasn't interacted with a lot of characters, but I have a hunch that him and Kunikida would get along well lol.

OTP: I really like sigzai, it's my personal “liked it before it got popular” pffttt. I do understand the criticism in saying that Dazai was mostly manipulating him, but I think that's the cool part? Like them starting out with Dazai manipulating him and Sigma being mostly aware of it but unable to impede it, yet Dazai gradually growing in love of Sigma's resilience and will to live. I think they're very nice even if they didn't start out healthy, but like, why would you be looking for healthy relationships in the toxic yaoi franchise? I also throughout enjoy siglai. It's like, the cooler funnier version of kuniki/dazai for me lmao. I find the “I have literally NO CLUE why I love you and will keep loving you despite wishing I didn't” and “if I don't spend 25/7 annoying you I will explode” vibes really compelling.

nOTP: Nothing. Look, unless it's something that actively bothers me, I hardly have any notps in general, I'm a multishipper at heart.

Random headcanon: I really like the concept of transfem Sigma within canon who's like. “I haven't gotten the chance to transition because I was born like two years ago and my life has been a mess, but AS SOON AS THINGS CALM DOWN— ”

Unpopular opinion: ... I don't like the idea of him joining the ada? I mean, I don't hate it, but I would have rather had it where he didn't, even though it's evident that the plot is going in that direction. I just wish he could keep working as casino manager because he looked so at home at the Sky Casino, it makes me wish he would go back. And the odd thing is that I acknowledge that it's been established in the manga itself that that was not the right place for him (Dostoyevsky in chapter 107: “[You realized that] a lonely ‘home’ isn't enough. What you need isn't a place, but trust.”) and that he should join the ada; I just feel like they made his love and attachment to the Sky Casino so strong and moving in its respective arc, the idea of him having a life outside of it just feels wrong. I think he's really good at manager jobs in general, I'd even be happier with him like. Opening a hat shop or something.

Song i associate with them: -ERROR by niki, also the Namine Ritsu cover by cillia. The illustration of Ritsu in the cover even seems to resemble Sigma a lot for me eheh. I feel like the lyrics fit Sigma's inner conflict between feeling like he isn't supposed to exist and still wanting so deeply to live a lot!!!

Favourite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga:

Favourite illustration:

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

Send me a character?

[littencloud9]

"what are you doing here?" + tachigin? 👁

"What are you doing here?" Tachihara asks. "What am I— this is my house," Gin replies in bafflement. They had been awoken by the sudden rustling of wind and the squeaking sound of a window opening. Still blinking sleep out of their eyes, they had found Tachihara climbing through her window, inviting himself into their living room. "Maybe it's a shared space," Tachihara huffs. "You live next door." "So?" Gin continues standing there, trying to process the situation, while Tachihara shifts under their stare. After what seems like an eternity, he mumbles, "I had a nightmare." Gin sighs, taking in his pout and crossed arms, like he's trying to blend himself into her couch. "I see." They proceed to head to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, the kind that Ryuunosuke usually makes when he's struggling to fall asleep, telling themself that this is going to be a one-time thing.

send me a sentence and a pairing &lt;3

[abba-enthusiast]

4 and 10 for the bookish photo ask please 💚

Thank you so much for asking!! 💖

4. TBR stack

Okay so here’s the thing. I logged all the books I own on Storygraph over the holidays and turns out, I have 216 unread books (I am working on it but I do suffer from bookbuyingitis and it is incurable unfortunately). But these are some of the books I plan on reading this year:

(Plus American Psycho but I don’t physically own that one (yet) he he)

10. Two books you love from opposite of the spectrum (however you want to interpret that)

I chose the spectrum cozy - scary :)

I can’t claim to be an expert since I haven’t read loads in either genre but I really enjoyed these!

[astromechs]

Talk shop Tuesday: what's your writing process like? Do you write in order? Hop around? Edit after everything is done, or as you go? I'm always curious how different people tackle it!

i think one word for my writing process is that it's chaos; i definitely write out of order, and sometimes i'm not really sure how i end up stringing it together. sheer luck, maybe... at least i hope i manage to pull things together to make them make sense 😂

i'm also definitely an edit-as-i-go kind of writer, for the most part. generally i don't write in drafts; because i've done so much editing as i've written, my first "draft" is generally what i would consider to be the final one, at least for the purposes of posting fan fiction online. i would take at least another pass, of course, if i was trying to get professionally published, but since this is all for fun, i try not to overthink it; overthinking it has really stymied me creatively for many years of my life, so i am in the process now of letting loose and not giving into the mindkiller.

talk shop tuesday!

[nem0-nee]

Gimme fun facts about your oc and GO!

MMMM I'mma do a couple bc I'm a menace to society 🫶 Sorry that the format is ass &lt;/33

VERY FUN FACTS?! Not rlly but yknow-

MAYUU

Sleeps for 8 hours... on average...... per week...

Despite being a voluntary insomniac, she dislikes drinking coffee. Rather, she prefers drinking energy drinks or a certain green caffeinated soda.

She's often seen talking to the air, which was concerning at first, but many just have accepted this as normal.

TOUMA

He has an oddly specific 50-step skin care routine. Guaranteed, he will have a meltdown if he doesn't get to complete it.

Man loves leading his fans on. Wanna go on a date with him? For the cheap price of your life savings, it can be done! Spice in your kidneys and you have a slight chance of getting to hold his hand

He's pretty spiteful of Vil and Malleus due to the influence they hold. Kadokawa here may or may not be plotting something against them...

(BONUS) NEMO

She was appointed the royal court jester for the Draconia family, all because a young Malleus thought "updog" was the funniest thing ever.

Due to her outdated mannerisms, she's nicknamed "Granny" or "Grandma" by other students. To be fair... she IS old, and her saying things like "back in my day" and "youngins these days!" don't really help-

Shockingly, she can eat Lilia's cooking with no problem. "Food is food!" this lunatic claims...

[sun-marie]

2 (with tumblr links if available!), 3, 4 and 25 for the artist ask game :D

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2. 5 favorites of your own work?

Rune Factory 3 Celebration

N7 Day Celebration

The Faerghus Heirs (Redraw)

Arlessa Tabris, Commander of the Grey

Mariashe Smooch Piece (Never posted to tumblr but here on Twitter!)

3. Least favorite things to draw?

Hmm, I would say probably legs and feet. They confuse and confound me, and I struggle with the logistics of legs taking up too much space in my work, if that makes sense?

Also eyes, while sometimes fun, can be a pain if they don't work with me. They just want all the attention and end up derailing my work process 😂

4. Favorite things to draw?

One word: Cuddles!! I don't think I will ever get tired of drawing couples soundly asleep in each other's arms, unconsciously exercising so much quiet trust with each other. Plus, they often avoid the eye issue mentioned above by closing them 😂

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

Probably that I have a hand fetish 😅

Artist Asks

[seasonal-writes]

🤲+🎈

- (:

🤲 What do YOU get out of writing?

This is like. a one-way ticket to sappyville. God, what do I get out of writing??? SO MUCH. Like, this is what I want to do with my life on a real life career level. I want to be surrounded by words written by myself AND others forever and ever. Since I got into writing on a more creative level and started doing it consistently, it's felt like the only way I could really express myself like- without abandon. I've done A LOT of creative stuff in my life, but this is the one where i feel like my real love and passion comes through. It's my outlet, my love, and a big part of my life and it feels,,, so rewarding, I guess? and fanfiction is not excluded from that, genuinely. i could ramble forever about how writing fanfic has helped me explore my writing style and given me practice while being very fun but that'd take up this whole thing so. i'll save it for now. but yeah! :D there ya go. 🎈Describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

my writing style is. sooooo fluid and yet very fixed. Like, I'm always experimenting with new things to try and make it fresh and exciting, but there's always that basis that never fails to prove it's my style, if that makes sense. it changes a lot on the surface, i think, but at the core, it's very much always the same. which is contradictory. which.. makes a lot of sense, actually sdkfdsjd i don't know if that made. any sense at all.

[oblivions-dawn]

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Hello Anon!! I hope you're having a wonderful day uwu <3

✑ Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Ah! Yes; I would love to. Becoming a published author has been a dream of mine for a very long time--and it still is! Hopefully, maybe, some day, I will write a book and have the courage to share it with the world.

[emilyartstudio-s]

STAR BOYS 🌟

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[katescribblesabit]

Wanda, Cosmo and Peri deffinetly love their fairy Timmy, but how do AntiCosmo, AntiWanda and Irep feel about Ymmit?

Im Back! :D Sorry for the wait Anon, to answer your questions..

seeing as Ymmit has shown interest in academics and learning, Anti-Cosmo is more than happy to share his knowledge with someone. they bond with reading books together, or planning how to make anti-fairy world better for all anti-fairies. also since Irep doesn't show any real interest in taking over the heir, it seems like Ymmit will be doing that instead if needed.

you could say Ymmit is a mamas boy haha. Anti-Wanda seems to always keeps in mind that Ymmit isn't as old as he looks, and would treat him more accordingly. its really comforting when Ymmit is stressed out, and he would seek his mother out first when he gets upset. they like to cook together :)

Ymmit and Irep however well.. they do get into a lot of fights with each other. Its a generic sibling rivalry, with the strangest bonding opportunities. they make everything a competition. if you would ask they would both say they hate each other (but thats a lie hehe). they would rather drink poison than admit they care for the other. Irep holds being the bigger brother over Ymmits head a lot, that has always been present in their life. meanwhile Ymmit took advantage of being younger to get their parents to side with him instead. however, they do get into quite some mischief together.

[hihhasotherfixations]

Just read your iconic “Price hates corner of the mouth kisses” post, and it got me thinking?

How would Price react if he went in for a kiss and reader, just to be a tease, turned her head so he’d only get the corner of her mouth or her cheek?

I love teasing this man.

Iconic? Oh my, you’re gonna get me blushing >//w//<

As to how he would react? Disbelief.

He’ll lean in and when you turn away, he pulls back, surprised and looking at you in confused disbelief. After all, this man absolutely thrives on your affection. Not showing it through physical actions such as kisses, hugs or his hand somewhere on you (waist, hip, shoulder, back, t h i g h) doesn’t even cross his mind.

But if he sees the little smirk on your face, realisation dawns on him.

Even though he knows you’re just teasing and being a little shit, there is the slightest hint of annoyance. After all, he wants that kiss.

He’ll give you a look, clearly conveying what he wants and lean in again, a slight warning in his eyes.

Let him kiss you, and he’s very happy, pressing an extra kiss to your mouth.

But. If you dare to lean away once more, his hand will shoot out and he’ll grip your chin, almost squishing your cheeks together as he turns your head to face him before pushing his lips onto yours.

Can’t decide if he’d make the kiss 10x more intense than he’d planned to - just to tease you back and show his displeasure - or press a light kiss like he was planning before, just to make a point. I can see both

“Little minx.” Might slip out after tho ;3

If he has his mind set on kissing you, he is doing it. Not the corner of your mouth, not miss because you lean away - no. He’s a man of his word, even if those words aren’t spoken yet.

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"